"Is that prick leprechaun gone?" River questions as we leave the garage behind, and I glare at him to silence him. He and our housekeeper, Joffrey, have a hate-hate relationship. Often, I catch Joffrey staring at River, while holding his butcher knife in his meaty hand, and, I'm sure, daydreaming about his demise. It, of course, doesn't help that River fucked both of Joffrey's precious virginal nieces, to taunt him while they were visiting, and sent him the video of them getting all their holes filled with his cum.The deviant psycho does love putting on a show.
"One day, Joffrey is going to stab you when you least expect it, bro. Fuck, I can't wait to see that," Damon mumbles as he brings up the rear. I roll my eyes at their antics and once again rethink whether I should allow either of them in on my fun with Olivia. It's true that we usually share everything, women, drugs, money, and occasionally each other's holes, but right now, I'm feeling testy, and my two best friends are getting on my damn nerves.
"Can you two shut the hell up before you announce to the whole house that we're here, and about to kidnap one of its inhabitants, and fuck her bloody?" I growl, completely done with both their shit today. My face still aches and throbs from when Damon and I traded blows earlier, and I would like nothing more than to knock out a bunch of his teeth, and bash some much-needed sense into his unstable head. The problem is, I know it wouldn't make the slightest difference. Damon is wired differently, and nothing I do will change that, short of killing him, and I can't imagine still breathing in a world where he isn't.
Damon raises a dark eyebrow, and his soulless, combative eyes bore into mine, filled with smoldering rage. He shoulder-checks me like a maniac, as he moves past me into the hallway, taking the lead only to further piss me off.This fucking cunt."We aren't in the bedroom, and you ain't fucking my ass rightnow, Cross, so take your orders and shove them up your tight asshole. You don't control me."
I watch with disdain as Damon's large body trembles from the amount of coke he’s already snorted tonight, and how he seems to shrink back from the shadows, as if they're ready to lunge and bite him. It won't take him long to lose control, and I would prefer not to have to explain to my asshole father why my new stepsister is already dead, less than forty-eight hours after arriving in Soule.
River and I exchange a silent glance, both aware that we need to rein Damon back, or it will mean bloodshed.Who are we kidding?Even if we rein him back, it might still end with someone dying tonight. He’s nothing but unpredictable lately. I know something is going on with him, and he's hiding shit. I have to get to the bottom of it, before we can no longer contain the deadly mess he makes. Money and threats will only go so far, and I would hate to see Damon confined to a cell for the remainder of his psychotic life, even if the world at large would be safer if he were.
The three of us stalk silently up the wooden stairs to Olivia's door. Our breathing is the only warning that we're approaching. I'd scanned the security app on my phone earlier at the fraternity, and Joffrey had gone to bed hours ago in the small cottage behind our house, where he lives. My father and his blushing new bride still haven't arrived from wherever they meandered off to, after dropping Olivia in Soule at our door, like a lamb to the slaughter. I nod my head in River's direction, and he continues down the hall to my room, letting himself inside so that he can meet us at the adjoining bathroom door. This cuts off all avenues of escape for Olivia, when she undoubtedly attempts to run. No, my pretty little stepsister will be mine for the taking tonight, and a part of me hopes she fights back, knowing her screams and tears will get me off.
Damon twists the handle leading to her room as I push my mask down over my face. He forces the door inward, meeting no resistance. A frown immediately mars his face in the darkened hallway as it easily gives. He pushes the mask down over his face, and tilts his head questioningly. Why is her door unlocked? It doesn't seem logical that someone like Olivia would leave herself open to attack. I watched her last night through the hidden cameras we have stationed in her room after we left. She barricaded all the doors, after grabbing every knife in the kitchen, my baseball bat, and even stole one of my father's golf clubs from the garage to use as a weapon against us. I yank out my phone and check the app, zooming in on the lump huddled under the sheets, and she's still in there sleeping.What the hell is going on here?
Is there a chance she forgot to lock the door?Highly unlikely.I wonder if my new little stepsister is lying in wait to attack us. My cock hardens in my pants, and my glance catches the moment Damon notices my large bulge. He pushes away from the door and runs a finger down my straining cock. His taunting movements force me to swallow my groan, and bite down on my bottom lip, as he clutches me through my pants. He tightens his fingers on my length, before massaging my balls, and eliciting searing heat through my blood with the desire to force him to his knees, and fuck his face hard, until he stops breathing. All of these emotions are battering at my control, unraveling me, just like he wants, the sadistic cunt.
He pushes back his mask and leans forward, his warm breath caressing my ear. "Steady,brother, it looks like your little sister has got you all worked up." He punctuates his words by licking the shell of my ear, causing a shiver to skate down my spine.
I force myself to push him away. He just wants to see how far he can drive me over the edge before I become more like him, a nuclear bomb ready to detonate at any moment. I forcea steadying breath inside my lungs, as I take the handle of the door and swing it wide open until it crashes against the wall. At that exact moment, River comes through the bathroom door, his green mask in place, hiding his features. The lump on the bed doesn't jerk upright in surprise at the sounds; it doesn't move at all, which immediately irks me. Damon shoves past me, grabs the duvet and sheets, and yanks them off the bed, revealing an old gym bag and pillows forming the shape of the body that should be sleeping. Pinned to the very top is a note written in feminine scrawl, 'FUCK YOU, PRICKS’.
A wave of feverish rage fills me at the black letters taunting me. "Search the fucking room, and the house, she has to be hiding somewhere." The three of us part ways, searching every inch of her room, mine, and the remainder of the house, without finding my missing stepsister. My blood pressure has been steadily climbing for the last half hour, at being refused the pleasure of Olivia's terror, and the feeling of humiliation of being thwarted is leaving a bad taste in my mouth. I'm just about to pull up all the cameras around the property on my laptop, to see how my wayward new sibling has managed to escape me, when my phone vibrates incessantly in my pocket. I pull it out only to spy Ty's name flashing.
"Yes?” I don't bother with pleasantries; the jackass works for me, and half the time, I want to slit his overpriced throat. Don't get me wrong, he's a good bookie, even trustworthy to a degree, but he thinks too highly of himself, and that he's indispensable. An attitude like that will probably get him tortured and killed by Damon.
"Boss, we have a situation here, a girl.Pretty little thing.She's come in, knocked one of the female challengers out cold, and says she's taking her place. She's not vetted, but the crowd has gone wild, and the bets are flooding in."
My hand tightens on the phone, threatening to crush the damn thing, with the surge of fury that erupts within me. No one gets to walk into somewhere I own and demand shit. Whoever this daring bitch is, she's already taking her last breath. A thought pierces through my mounting anger, and forces me to ask, "What does she look like, Ty?"
There's a moment of hesitation on his part. I'm sure he can hear the displeasure in each of my syllables, and he's probably wondering if he'll live out the night. The sounds of the crowd cheering on a fight are loud in the background, as I hear Ty moving around. "Petite, just over five feet, maybe weighs a buck twenty if that, great tits, light green eyes, and sexy ass purple and brown hair."
FUCK!I grab the nearest object and fling it at the wall, as insurmountable emotions flood me until I can't even see anything in front of me, just a haze, and an image of me wrapping my hands around Olivia's delicate, swan-like neck, and strangling the shit out of her. All the while, her pretty eyes beg me to allow her to live.What is she doing at the warehouse? How did she even know about it?It's not like we advertise our very illegal activities. You have to know someone to even get in the door.
"Boss?You still there?" Ty's anxious voice breaks through my rapid thoughts, drawing my gaze to meet River's curious green eyes, then Damon's dark hazel orbs, both filled with inquisitiveness and impatience.
"Hold her there," I instruct, already turning to exit my room and make my way toward the front door.
"She's up next, Boss. Do I let her fight?" Ty asks, the loud cheering signaling that the current fight is coming to an end rapidly.
Should I let her get her pretty face bashed in to teach her a lesson? She's not from around here, so she doesn't understandthat in Soule, Mayhem is the only rule of law, and she needs our permission even to fucking breathe. She's about to find out, though, and when she lies broken at my feet begging for mercy, I'll show her that I have none. "Delay the fight. We'll be there in ten." I hang up on him as I slam the back door open, and cross the expanse of green lawn, with the glowing moon doing nothing to soothe me. I hear Damon and River's footsteps rapidly approaching, mirroring mine.
"What the fuck, Cross? Where the hell are you rushing off to as if your ass was on fire?" Damon demands in a growly tone.
"I know where she is, and she's going to regret pulling this stunt, when I fuck her like the whore she is in front of a paying crowd." I pick up speed until I approach my Ducati Superleggera V4, all tricked out in black paint, with vibrant neon blue accents.
"What the hell are we waiting on?" Damon yells with enthusiasm as he starts his matching bike with pink accents, and River revs his green-accented version. "Let's go make the slut pay."
Pay indeed.Olivia's going to wish she were waiting in her bed for us, instead of pulling this insanity tonight. She wants a fight? I'll give her one. My new stepsister is about to learn firsthand why no one goes up against Mayhem.
CHAPTER 12
OLLY
Something is going on. I can sense it. Ty is taking his sweet time getting the next match going, and my unease is escalating. The crowd around me is growing restless, and so am I, as I attempt to keep my body warmed up for the upcoming rumble, by jumping in place.Is Ty trying to find a way to keep me from fighting?I narrow my glance in his direction once more, and notice him slipping his phone back into his pocket, and a scowl rocking his miserable face.
"Okay, listen, Lavender, you have to watch out for Wendy's right foot. She's fucking brutal with that thing, and she'll use it every chance she gets, to bring you down to the mat. She's also got the upper hand with the crowd. They love her," Sim's sultry, deep voice penetrates through my thoughts.
I tear my suspicious gaze away from where Ty is looking shifty as fuck, and now speaking to a few of his security team, as they try to covertly take peeks at me. I wave my purple-colored fingernails at them, allowing them to see I'm not blind to what they're doing.Stupid fuckers.
